Home movies end to end, in the wee hours of the night You finish one, you start again, oh but something isn't right Where's the cereal filled devil grin and the banister slide? Who could have taught him how to hide? Open the curtain, let a little light in, let a little light in Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So many wheels to ride in our gold sack state We were alive outside, we were students of movement, weren't we? Another house, another car, it's an endless imitation Of course we had to learn to race them Oh, curtains, little, little light in, little, little light in Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Thirteen candles make a ring, were named to flicker out A man beside you to the right, what you got to smile about? Oh, berica, reds and greens, I remember bright blends How and when did the sepia seep in? Oh, curtains, little, little light in, little, little light in Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh All movies end to end in the wee hours of the night Finish one, you start again, but something isn't right Where's the cereal filled devil grin in the dentist's slide? Who could have taught him how to hide? Open the curtains, let a little light in, let a little light in Open the curtains, let a little light in, let a little light in